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A DROP OF WATER, 83 warriors proceeded to arrange in the most approved manner about the vietim. Then the torch was produced, and with .a groan the' young Englishman shuddered as he closed’ his eyes. Hope had almost faded from his heart, when a drop of water revived it again. Yes, it was a drop of water which struck his hand, and, on turning his eyes to see whence it came, the young man saw that the long-delayed rain was upon them. The single drop was followed by another and another; then by a bursting deluge, so sudden and unexpected that the In- dians broke and fled for the nearest shelter, the almost exe- cuted prisoner was hastily sent away under guard, and only the happy Archibald remained, pacing back and forth, disre- garding the furious storm in his joy at the unlooked-foy reprieve. — | “ Perhaps that may be turned to account,” he mused, look- ing around and seeing how suddenly the throng had disap- peired. “They may be made to think that some superior power has a hand in this storm. It can donoharm to sound them upon the matter.” ; He walked on, and soon saw Wawanooma entering his wigwam, afier making sure that the prisoner was properly secured. | Archibald followed in his wake, and. on reaching the cabin entered without any hesitation or ceremony. "The Indian looked up with something of a frown, for he was not pleased at the aspect of affairs without. He may have had other feclings, in regard to the visitant himself, which were not ut- terly pleasant. : He frowned more when the intruder took a seat near him, and in most familiar tones, commenced » “ My red ‘brother sees now that he was in the wrong, and that the Great Spigit is angry with him. Notice how his. rain is sent to st xecution which should not take place ! Will not my br nfess now that he is in error ?” | The expressi the red-skin’s face grew more and thore h repeated : is angry with Wawanooma, let him speak and tell of his anger. Mohegan worship Christian God, and him no talk like other gods ! “ But he is talking to you now,” repeated Archibald. “ The comiclbooks.com